Today I am heading to my gynae for my annual check up. Although “annual” is a bit of a misnomer here since I haven’t been in a few years… Not since my Glugs and I knew for sure we couldn’t have a baby, so thats three years ago at least.
I loathe going for my gynae appointment, for all the same reasons women around the globe will cite and because she will tell me things I don’t want to hear out loud. In all honesty though, I find the doctor’s breast exam the most uncomfortable part of the whole appointment!
And I’ll probably have to schedule another mammogram today. I know I’m supposed to have one every year, and I am lucky in that I don’t find them all that uncomfortable physically (I think its easier with big boobs), but I do find them uncomfortable emotionally…
I love my cleavage, and I can make my big boobs look great in clothes, but my naked boobs… I think my husband is the only one who loves them.
And there are a few things that I really need to address with a medical professional of some sort for once and for all.
I am fatter than I have ever been which is fucking with my back, my feet and my already screwy sugar metabolism, so I need to get to a dietician… And maybe someone who can actually keep me on a diet since I have no self control (as evidenced by a year of paying for Weight Watchers with me gaining weight and going for maybe 6 weigh-ins).
I’ve started seeing small spider veins on my legs which is just depressing.
My hopelessly under-active thyroid is still untreated because I never get around to going back for a check up.
I suspect I have started developing arthritis in my right hand – in my pointing finger and my thumb. This runs in my family but I am sure I could do something about it…
And there are a couple of other issues that I’ve been putting off seeing to for a long time, mainly because when I think about possible treatments, all I see is a bedside table full of pill bottles and it makes me feel so OOOLD!